Si un niño se pierde

If a child gets lost...

and in the wickedness of the street, the devil catches him...
the jug, lemonade, orange blossom, the gunilla, San Miguel,
the booze, Medina!
if a child gets lost...
and in the wickedness of the street, the devil catches him...
the riverbank, the port, Alcolea, the urine, uproar, Jaen, Sevillian!

Make a voice for the street,
a kid lives among blocks in a rough neighborhood
and sells in the park
grew up among bags of crack,
among pollen rooms, guns, heroin, and prison
the kid hates the police, they took his dad
his gaze burns, the kid roams the nights, it’s never too late
the kid studied on the street subjects
like hate, they taught him never to trust anyone,
met the devil in the form of drugs
it was his noose since childhood, it was his sister, now it chokes him
the kid knows reform centers...
he doesn’t know the rules...
his education has no face, has no form
the kid has wielded a gun
navigates the gray asphalt alone, starts his ride and flies
he says he’s in control, he’s the king, there’s no law for this crazy
iron kills and iron dies...
baby, if a child gets lost...
and in the wickedness of the street, the devil catches him...
Bahía, La Vinada, San Francisco, Sierra Morena, Marchenilla, Tierra de Oria!
if a child gets lost and in the wickedness of the street, the devil catches him...
the model, Alcalá Meco, Tarragona, El Dueso, Taroca, Botafuego, Topas!

he knows about math but never went to school,
the kid never had a mother’s love
the kid doesn’t understand the word sacrilege but suffers it
and there’s no dog that barks more

if a child gets lost...
the kid doesn’t fear death
abusing kids daily entertains him
in the streets, the strongest survives
snitches conveniently always have accidents
the kid wears a shiny gold chain
he lacks values, nowadays he’s a delinquent
he grows up in a juvenile center, he’s not aware
educator is in his life, for you be smart.

the kid learns and writes a poem
it’s called freedom and sadly expresses his problems
talks about victims of this system
since he was little, he saw the bad and now pays his sentence

if a child gets lost...
and in the wickedness of the street, the devil catches him...
the jug, lemonade, orange blossom, the gunilla,
San Miguel, the booze, Medina!

if a child gets lost...
and in the wickedness of the street, the devil catches him...
the Rosales, Vicasen, Ocaña, Sebucheeseilo, Valdemoro, Alcalá!
finally...ff..
I think the most important thing in talking to the kid
is to speak to him in his slang
statistical methods and technical words
end up being a tongue twister for his ears
he doesn’t understand the rules
he doesn’t get technicalities
he understands consumption and selfishness
let’s sit with them in a plaza
let’s listen to their problems, their childhood
their concerns, maybe we’ll understand their actions
hardening the law is catapulting a young person into social
and emotional marginality, I believe prevention is the way
and we must chart it together...